Sunday, July 11, 2010

Like the Clay VII


The cat's hiss
is that of a short fuse.

We are all ill-
tempered these days.

You arrived
at my doorstep
all messed up,

hands badly bandaged,
a grenade


in your broken teeth.

After I replaced the pin
with a bent paper clip,
you told me between gasps

(the nerve
of a tooth

that it was the only
forbidden fruit
you could find.


Anonymous said...

Nathan, I read through all of the pieces, and all I can say is Wow! There are so many things hidden here in plain sight, that I have no idea where to start. Just need to go back and begin again, and move so much more slowly. What I can honestly say is that I feel that I have found treasure! I'll be back, I only hope you can be patient.


brenda w said...

This is beautiful Nathan. I agree with Elizabeth, treasures await your readers!

Wayne Pitchko said...

YES....nicely done Nathan

Jingle said...

lovely poem!

here is mine!

Anonymous said...

Hmmm interesting and mysterious, i have to keep reading to see what your "treasure" actually is, I am still trying to figure it out XD thk for sharing =D